We Can Still Be Friends Poem by Melissa Broomhead

he loves another girl
he talks about her 2
he never said those things
never when he was with you

he said he loved you all the time
he said he loved the way you rhymed
he used to say hed die without you

he said you kept him alive
he said you helped him survive
but what about, what about you

why does this always happen?
why do they always lie?
why do they hurt me so?
why do i even cry?

why does it hurt so much,
hurt so much to love?